Melancholy attraction
wet streets at night
Deep dampness pervades my soul
Misty stillness hangs in the air.
Unblinking puddles stare
as mindless pavement listens.
Solitary strangers pass by
Leaving vaguely echoing footsteps.
Heavy gray skies droop down
cloaking my soul.
A life, off center, off track
Not what was meant to be
Silent wet streets cry out
Saying nothing,
Nothing at all.




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